Observations from the deck: self indulgence

A recent newspaper article read out to us in the morning assembly stated that people indulging more in themselves.

I do believe that it is quite true, given that I myself do indulge on myself.

However, I do not believe in using this blog as a track for my daily life. I never found it interesting enough or rather, how it would come out would be like this

0535h: Alarm woke me up
0545h: Get out of bed and eat breakfast before going to use the toilet
0605h: Get off potty
0613h: Finish showering
0628h: I left the house

Yes it would be that drab if I were to document my daily life. Yes I leave the house precisely at 0628h. Yes I run on military time. As previously stated, I only got a blog because a friend prodded me to do so. The pokes hurt (meep T.T)

Hmm there I go indulging on myself again, ah well, when one is on the topic, one can't help it. After all we are on course.

Perhaps there is a want for people to go "ooooooo ahhhhhh" over someone's life that makes people blog online, given that diary's were once personal things which only a selected few could read. Now the whole world can come knocking at your door. Well thats fine for everyone if they wanted to get noticed in this little world which is growing smaller each day.

Although I could never understand why other people would want to read about the personal lives of other people. Is it because they want to know whats going on in the other person's life? Or what the others think of them? Maybe its both or other reasons. The only blogs I bother to read are those which talk on topics, and not document a person's life. Everyone goes through ups and downs in life honey, get over it.

I had a rather harsh wake up call coming from my dad, he asked me "Who do you think you are to the world? You are no one."

I could be getting harsh on this but yes it really ticks me off that people nowadays enjoy sticking their noses into places. It ticks me even more that people put their personal lives online for all to read. And then complain about the lack of privacy.

But maybe its a way for friends who hardly keep in contact to know whats happening in their friend's lives. But then what are you folks going to talk about to "catch up" when you all know all? Where's the fun in that?

Everybody wants to be a someone. They do fail to notice that it is the no ones behind the backstage that do most of the work to keep the place running. The invisible caste system in society will hold. There will be the somebodies, the has beens, the would bes, the nobodies, and the never will.

There will always be more nobodies than somebodies. Personally as long as I can have a decent living, I'm contented to being a nobody. Someone's gotta catch those somebodies when they become has beens. Because some somebodies got there because of the nobodies and forgot about the little people.

I envision a day when everyone would help each other in need, where descrimination does not exist, when unconditional love is really everywhere. Where I becomes we, where team really means team, where you're there cause you're part of the team, not because you're useful to the team.

Well if that day is here already, convince me. Until then I am convinced that human kind is dooming itself even more despite waking up due to the pace of the world, where you can earn a living but not a life.

Reminds me of something I carry around in my wallet:

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings, but shorter tempers;
wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints;
we spend more, but have less;
we buy more, but enjoy it less.

We have bigger houses and smaller families;
more conveniences, but less time;
we have more degrees, but less sense;
more knowledge, but less judgment;
more experts, but more problems;
more medicine, but less wellness.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.
We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.
We've learned how to make a living, but not a life;
We've added years to life, not life to years.

We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor.
We've conquered outer space, but not inner space;
We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul; We've split the atom, but not our prejudice;
We have higher incomes, but lower morals;
We've become long on quantity, but short on quality.

These are the times of tall men, and short character;
steep profits, and shallow relationships.
These are the times of world peace, but domestic warfare;
more leisure, but less fun;
more kinds of food, but less nutrition.
These are days of two incomes, but more divorce;
of fancier houses, but broken homes.

It is a time when there is much in the show window and nothing in the stockroom;
a time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to make a difference, or to just hit delete.

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Why not let people differ about their answers to the great mysteries of the Universe? Let each seek one's own way to the highest, to one's own sense of supreme loyalty in life, one's ideal of life. Let each philosophy, each world-view bring forth its truth and beauty to a larger perspective, that people may grow in vision, stature and dedication.
~~~ Algernon Black


And here's a picture of a spoon bathing in a cup of tea: